Hey gang. Hey internet-at-large. Our beloved comrade KC has him a problem. KC sez to me in an email:
It’s been under 88 hours and you have not replied to my previous electronic messages….(aka email)
whatever…I need your help…I had a wonderful thought earlier, and it […]
Hey all, just thought I’d like to say that I am yet again doing “white collar manual labor,” basically scanning public domain books onto the internet. Much, much better than Weinerschnitzel, although it’s no international jewel thievery, i.e., really fun and cool.
Also, Phil, I just want to particularly thank you for agreeing with me […]
I couldn’t handle it, doodz, my foray into working at Wienerschnitzel. I did a four hour training shift, where the manager told me to call the cops on people smoking pot or drinking at work and all this other bullshit, but I finally just couldn’t handle being shrieked at the irritable and incomprehensible old […]
To all and sundry: I, apparently, as though in the fog of a bad dream, work at Wienerschnitzel now. I am about an hour and a half away from going into my first shift. Yesterday, I went in and signed the papers, and a young female future co-worker asked me, “How old […]
Weep gently, child. Gently.
Say, comrades, during the excruciating process of moving, I found a list Jake and I made about 7 years ago. I tried to upload it.
I don’t know if it’ll work, but even if it does, the scan is largely illegible so here’s the transcript, if you will:
Things to Invent
TV directly in brain
Sleep-floss
Spray-on tooth enamel
Self-eating […]
I keep trying to post this as a reply to the Garrett’s question on the other entry and it doesn’t work. So, anyway, no one took me up on my offer, which, for the record, was:
“Chimerical snot rocketeer seeks rancid butt slave for razzle-dazzle. Inquire within.”
Apparently no one likes a crazy-pants.
Hark, compatriots:
I have decided to conduct an experiment in how crazy I can act before people completely refuse to interact with me. To that effect, I present a personal ad composed on the ol’ craigslist to see what comes of it.
Here it is.
Responses, if any to follow.
Greetings all, this is me trying to see if I can get my blog title to appear capitalized, as I’ve never been particularly into that “let’s not capitalize any letters” thing.
A wise man, whom sources identify as one Jake Fiolek, once told me, in song form:
“Work, work, work. Work is for jerks.”
Sigh.